Story on Display: Bacchus' Mistress

[noizchild]

Chapter Seven: Misguided Crush:

Skipping forward to today, I have a little problem on my hands. Rebekkah, the stripper from the previous chapters, has fallen in love with me. How did this happen? The story goes like this:

I got a call early this morning on my cell phone. I reached out from under the sheets to find that damn thing. I groaned once my fingers touched my iPhone.

“What is it?” I mumbled. I held the phone up to my ear. “Yeah?” I asked.

“Mr. Spiegel?” a familiar soft voice asked on the other line. I sat straight up in bed.

“Who is this?” I asked.

“It’s me, Rebekkah from last night,” she replied. “Remember?” I was about to say no when it hit me.

“Oh yeah!” I said. Then, the questions flooded my head.

“Okay, how did you get this number?” I asked.

“You gave it to me last night, remember?” the girl replied.

“I did?” I asked.

“ Yes, you said if that creep wanted to harass me again to phone you,” Rebekkah told me. I scratched the back of my head.

“So what?” I asked. “Are you in trouble or something?”

“No,” she replied. I made a puzzled face to myself.

“Then what are you calling me for?” I asked. There was a pause on the other line.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Spiegel!” she cried at last. “I knew this was a bad idea. I thought about waiting to call you later, but I just had to call you now. I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Shhh,” I told her. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” Rebekkah went quiet on the phone for a second.

“But Mr. Spiegel…” she spoke up.

“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled. “Call me Michael, okay?” She didn’t reply at first.

“Okay, Mr. Spie—I mean Michael,” the angel said.

“Right,” I said. “Now, next time don’t call so early in the morning, okay?”

“Alright, Michael,” Rebekkah replied.

“Now, anything else?” I asked.

“No,” she said in a small voice.

“Okay then,” I went on. “Bye.”

“What?” Rebekkah asked. Then, it seemed to have sunken into that pretty head of hers because then she said, “Oh, sorry. Bye.” Then, she hung up. I flopped back in my bed. What was that all about? I tried not to dig up a theory about it. (I learned a long time ago not to think about what drives women and just go with it. Might lead to being in their bed in the end.) But then, a grim thought crossed my mind.

“What if she’s falling in love with me?” I thought. I smirked as I shook my head to myself. Nah! She’s only a baby! She’ll learn all about me soon enough. But what it if she is actually falling in love with me? It is then I realize the seriousness of the situation. I have known myself for many years. I would make a shitty boyfriend. I really don’t want Rebekkah to learn that the hard way. So what am I going to do? I have to break the truth to her someway.

Wait a second! She hasn’t even told me in words that she loved me. So how do I know? It was in her tone when she called me. I shut my eyes. It’s too early to be doing any heavy thinking. Try to go back to sleep, you idiot! Rebekkah will tell you what she wanted to say when you run into her under better circumstances. Maybe it’s not about that; you don’t know that. Just try to go back to sleep! I just shut my eyes and lied there in bed. Rebekkah’s face flood my brain. She’s just a baby. This is just a silly crush of hers because you saved her from her jerk-ass boyfriend and treated her like a princess for a night. Let it go, it’s over! She’ll see the truth and know the boundaries really quickly. Give her some time to get it. So why am I thinking about her so much?

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